I didn't go to any of my classes the next day. I was too frazzled to do much of anything. So instead I spent the majority of the day in the Infirmary begging Madam Pomfrey to give me a full check up. I needed assurance! I needed to know that I wasn't sick and dying. I had to be sure that I hadn't been caught up in some lust potion. Something could have been slipped into my food! It could happen. Hell with Voldemort still around there was no reason to doubt that such a simple attack could be planned and completed. Or maybe all of the fumes from potions class were reacting and damaging my brain. NO! I have it. Malfoy had to have used an Unforgivable on me. He had to have used Imperious! There was no other explanation I could think of. There was no other reason that could explain why I, Harry Potter… why I would kiss Draco Malfoy!

Hermione and Ron were worried about me all day. Any and every break they had from class they were in the infirmary poking and prodding into what was wrong. Thankfully Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let they stay long. I suppose by the way I actually went to her for help, she figured something really was wrong. Poppy may be a brilliant medi-witch but
her bedside manner was left to be desired. Not to say that she isn't nice, but maybe the feel that you are being bound to the bed brings about some uneasiness. Rumors went around about how our beloved care giver liked it a little rough behind closed doors.

Anyway, Hermione loves to fuss! Personally I believe that she spent way to mush time at the Weasley's the past summer. If she and Ron weren't so perfect for each other, I would want them to break up just so some of the Weasley qualities would disappear. I'm fairly certain Hermione is going to turn into a clone. I could see her dying her hair red and just becoming part of the family. Hell if she and Ron were to marry I think she would end up changing her name to Molly! I fear for the world if that happens. She could probably be worse then the Dark Lord with all the nagging she does. It would be so irritating! Don't get me wrong, I love Hermione! She is a wonderful, wonderful friend. I know she would do anything for me to make sure I was all right. She would follow me to Voldemort in a heartbeat. But sometimes… she can just be a little too much for anyone.

Ron is a wonderful friend too. I can't hope he'll lose his Weasley qualities though; he did grow up as one. And sometimes Ron can be too much as well. He is so afraid that I think he's weak, I'm sure he would try to get to Voldemort before me just so I would think the best of him. It's his constant need for self-assurance that gets us to fight as much as we do. I don't understand why he can't take my praise and be done with it. If it comes from someone else he's ok with it but he can't accept it from me. And he knows that I respect him. I care about him. It's just so hard with five older brothers, I suppose. He tries so hard to be noticed. I'm shocked that he doesn't realize just how much he's worth. Girls flock around him all the time. And they cheer him on as much as they do me at the Quidditch games. Our fights are really pointless…

But I digress. I am completely off topic. How am I ever going to tell them about what happened with Malfoy? Should I even tell them at all? Ron would just die and Hermione, she would try to understand the situation. But if I don't understand what happened how could she?

He kissed me. He pushed me into the wall and kissed me. At first I was shocked but then… I kissed him back. I closed my eyes, which had been opened wide with surprise, and I kissed him back. Suddenly it was like an explosion inside me. And I become dominant, passionate… aroused. I almost remember turning him around so that he was the one to have his back against the wall. But it's just an almost memory so I'm not really sure if that's how it happened. All I know is that when I just couldn't breath anymore I pushed him away and I saw something that looked like pain in his eyes. Like he was afraid of how I would react. Like he didn't want me to stop and shun him. I had to get out of there. So I turned and left him there. I just turned and walked out. No… I fled. I ran away… and the more I think about I'm not sure why.

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